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Reel Love's Lesson

By: tdallyn



"So. What do you think?" Barbara closed the iPad.

We were curled up together in a hammock on the screen porch at the back of our home watching a movie on the tablet. Barbara is a petit, blonde fireball of a woman that I've been in love with and married to for quite a few years. She looks a lot younger than her chronological age, has a killer figure that turns heads, and eyes that sparkle with energy. We have the best relationship I can imagine, open, honest, intimate, and fun-loving in every way. Everything about relationship extends into our sex life too. We are just as adventurous, open and trusting there as we are in every other aspect of our lives.. Our passions have expanded and grown over time, and it has brought us closer together than I ever thought possible. We have explored and reveled in a myriad of ways, always pushing our boundaries, discovering new ways to please and connect with each other.

Barbara's latest area of carnal excitement was filmmaking. A while back she'd "accidently" filmed us with her cell phone while we had sex. The homemade porno that resulted really excited her and she eventually purchased a high end digital video camera, a bunch of studio set lights, and powerful video editing software. Barbara is not one to diddle with any interest. She immersed herself into making porn films. Using all of the equipment, she would regularly script and record movies for us to act out; each one more explicit and elaborate than the one before it. We'd gotten pretty adventurous along the way, and had some of our wildest sex, all of which she captured with her camera.

What she recorded was just for us. That was something we agreed to at the very start. We're both have professional careers, and we knew that if anybody ever got a hold of them our jobs would be over.

The way she edited the videos with her software into coherent short movies had steadily improved over time. The one we'd just finished watching on the iPad was one of the slickest she'd done.

"That's really good. One of your best," I said. "The lighting is excellent, no harsh shadows and no glare. You also got the sound right, I can hear us both without it being all panting and grunting."

Barbara poked me with her elbow and teased, "Yeah, like you don't grunt."

I ignored her jab. "I also like the way that you spliced in the music and did the scene-to-scene transitions. Where did you learn how to do that?" 

Barbara tensed up a bit and looked at me wordlessly.

"What is it? Tell me," I said. I could tell something was up.

"I got some help," she said.

"What do you mean you 'got some help'?" I'm sure there was a tone in my voice. 

"I got some advice on how to do that."

"And exactly where did you get this advice?" 

Barbara sighed deeply and sat bolt upright. "I'll tell you everything, but before you freak out on me, I want to assure you that it was completely anonymous. Nobody knows my real name, where we live, or who you are. There's no way."

I trust my wife completely in every way possible. But what she was saying definitely had me worried. Had she shown these videos to someone else?

"I was searching the web, trying to find some ideas how to solve this one problem when I ran across a website." Barbara had re-opened the iPad and was typing an address into the web browser. "It's an amazing site, just for people who like creating video erotica. There were all kinds of forums about filming techniques, equipment , tricks, tips, suggestions ... everything. And it is all one hundred percent anonymous." She turned the iPad around to face me.

I didn't have a chance to really see what was on the page, before she flipped the cover closed and continued with her story.

"I never knew there were so many people out there like me. People who want to create good video erotica just for fun. People who want to make something more than gross grainy videos of themselves humping on the linoleum floor of their basement. People who want to create art. And let me tell you, there are a lot of people out there who want to make art."

I reached out for the iPad.

Barbara pulled it away. "I got the answers I needed for that problem and found so much more on the website. I wound up spending hours chatting with people on line about film making and editing. I got tons of good info and that's why my videos have gotten so much better. You said so yourself."

I nodded in agreement, still casting a wary eye at her.

"Sure there are some creeps on the site. Any site about porn is bound to have its fair share of creeps. But the people I connected with seem really cool, fun, and dedicated to creating real erotica. At least amateur stuff." Barbara was clearly happy and excited, but she paused again as if unsure how to go on.

"It's okay babe. I understand that you're really into this. Hell, I'm really into this," I smiled wolfishly at her. "I'm glad you found some other people to connect with and enjoy it with. Just so long as nobody knows you're real name or has seen us cavorting on the screen."

Once more I saw Barbara tense up.

"Well, nobody's seen our faces," she said.

"What does that mean?"

She sighed deeply again. "One of the things the site has is a place where people can post their videos for others to look at and critique."

It was my turn to tense up.

She rushed on quickly. "It's the absolute best way to learn and improve; hearing what other people think and getting feedback on a specific scene, lighting, sound, and so forth. It's impossible to try and describe a lighting problem, or dialogue issue, or how best to position you or me. It's so much easier and better just to post a clip so that it can be viewed."

"You didn't..." I began.

"I looked at a lot of the posted videos, and I mean a lot, before I ever thought about putting up one of ours." Barbara reached out and stroked my arm as if to soothe me. "But I was really having a problem with editing one of our shoots. It was the one where I'm giving you a blow job in the shower right before you pull me up by my hair and then fuck me from behind, remember?"

I remembered that very well and felt my cock begin to stir at the memory.

"I tried to tell this one on-line person about it and just couldn't get them to understand what the problem was. She (at least I think it was a she, you can't tell anything about anybody on-line) encouraged me to post the video so that she could look at it." 

Before I could say anything, Barbara hurried on with her story.

"I edited the clip really carefully so that our faces weren't showing in any way and then posted it up to the forum. A few moments later the person I was chatting with said that she'd looked at the clip and that the problem was obvious. She suggested that I crop the scene into a close-up, insert a quick clip of your hand in my hair, cut out the next few seconds and go right to the part where you take me doggie style. It was a brilliant idea and worked perfectly. Do you remember how the movie turned out?"

The scene in the video was one of my favorites and I thought it was Barbara's best work at the time, filled with erotic passion. The close-up of my fingers intertwined in and pulling at her long blonde hair, followed by the smooth skin of her gorgeous butt smacking against my pelvis as I thrust into her, perfectly captured our lust for each other. I loved that scene and often reminisced about it. There was no way I could deny that she'd gotten good advice from her on-line friend.

"After that I began posting up other video clips where I needed help. I almost always got excellent input from forum members. Like I said, there are always a few creeps out there." She shuddered slightly. "Eventually I put up a few complete videos just to see what everyone thought. I made sure that our faces were either not showing or completely obscured. Believe me, I went through those movies frame by frame and checked. There is no way anyone could recognize us. And before you ask, yes, I also checked the backgrounds in the videos to make sure that there was nothing there that could identify our house or any room in it."

I smiled, she had anticipated my concern.

"I got great reviews. Everyone, almost everyone, loved my movies. When I got criticism it was very constructive and I used it to make my videos even better. Eventually, I got voted as one of the top five film makers on the website and now I'm considered one of the site 'experts.'" Barbara made quote marks in the air with her fingers. "I don't know about that, but I've tried to payback what I've learned by coaching some of the newbies on the site. It's been a lot of fun. And it's been completely anonymous, I promise."

Barbara sat back in the hammock and caught her breath. She looked at me, trying to gauge my reaction. On the one hand, she'd done exactly what we'd agreed that she shouldn't do - show videos of us to others. One the other hand, she'd gotten really good and had developed her hobby into something truly unique and special. I was proud that she'd gotten accolades for doing what she obviously enjoyed. And it was very clear that she'd gone to great lengths to protect our anonymity. 

"Let me see," I said gently.

Barbara opened and handed me the iPad. "My screen name is ReelLove, " she said.

The opening page of the web site showed a glossy black and white image of two naked people intertwined in a passionate kiss. There was the usual explicit material warning in red plastered across the screen. The rest of the page was filled with understated links to various subsections of the site and a members login in the upper right corner. Clicking on the links without logging in brought me to nondescript pages overlaid with bland, soft-porn images behind text detailing what was available to the viewer after becoming a member. No matter what I clicked on, I got to nothing very explicit. I was reassured that a curious teenager, or more importantly, an automated webbot wouldn't get to much that could be incriminating. I clicked on the register as a new member link.

"I'm already a member," Barbara said. "You don't need to register."

"I know," I replied. "I just wanted to see what happens when I try and register."

"Oh," A look of understanding crossed her face. "After registering, it took about twenty-four hours before I got a confirmation email back. Then I clicked a link in the email to actually get into the site. And I know what you're thinking. I created a junk email address that's not connected to my main email account. I didn't want any chance that someone would hack this site and get into my real email."

I smiled. Barbara's security paranoia was almost as strong as mine. She'd taken the same precautions with this that I would have.

"Do you want to see what's on the site?" Barbara asked.

"Of course," I nodded.

She reached over and typed in her user id, ReelLove, then entered her password. The typical spinning hourglass symbol floated in the center of the screen. After a few moments, it disappeared, the screen went black only to be replaced with a close-up, high resolution image of a huge, erect cock. Superimposed over that was a translucent movie reel that did nothing to obscure the genitalia that filled the screen. Two small rows of links to the subsections of the website ran across the top of the screen. Before I could click on anything the image on the screen changed to a similarly enormous and close-in photo of a woman's widely spread legs, her clearly wet and swollen labia jutting out.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed.

"Nice shots, huh?" Barbara said looking over my shoulder. 

The picture shifted, this time to one of a woman's lips clamped tightly around a turgid penis. It was easy to see the veins standing out on his cock, and drops of saliva hanging from her lips on the high res shot. After a few seconds another explicit picture replaced that one as the slide show progressed.

I noticed that the translucent movie reel was slowly rotating in front of the carnal images. As it did, it alternately appeared as a round circle and, when on edge, as a diagonal slant. It subtly created the universal symbol of "not", a circle with a slash through it. The subliminal reference was clear to me: this is not just website of explicit pictures, it's something more. I chuckled at the cleverness of the webmasters.

Barbara leaned over and clicked on a hyperlink. The screen filled with row after row of forum sections. The topics ranged from lighting, to sound, to blocking (whatever that was) to dialogue. There were sections on rock music, rap music, classical music and more. She flicked her finger over the screen and scrolled down revealing that there were even more sections, many with arcane titles about editing, digital compression and lots of other stuff that I didn't even recognize much less understand.

"There are sections for directors, editors, actors, artists, musicians, and others. Of course, a lot of the forum messages fit into multiple sections and wind up getting cross posted."

The sheer number of sections and posts made it clear just how big and busy the site was. I was shocked.

"This is the area where the videos are," Barbara rapidly poked at the iPad and navigated to one subsection. "Here's where my stuff is."

The forum subsection was entitled "Winner's Circle". ReelLove was the first name on the list and it was in bold with a bright yellow star next to it. I saw that underneath her screen name was a list of messages that had been posted. Each message had some kind of compliment in the title; "Great work", "Loved it", Best one yet", and so on. Without even opening the messages I could see that many were encouraging ReelLove to keep filming; "Don't stop now", "What's next", "Don't make me wait", "I'm dripping with anticipation". I pointed out that one to Barbara.

"Yeah. She's been a fan for a while."

"How long have you been posting videos on the site?" I asked.

"About six months or so. But it's only been in the last three or four that I've gotten that kind of recognition," she answered. 

I whistled softly. She'd been very busy.

"You want to look at some of them?" she asked.

"Absolutely."

"You'll recognize this one, I'm sure." Barbara quickly scrolled through what looked like a very long list, stopped the screen, and clicked on one entitled "The Bet". 

I remembered that video very well. It was one of the earlier ones she'd made. In the movie, and in real life, I'd lost some bet with her that I didn't even remember. My cost for losing was me masturbating in front of her. She videoed everything. I was incredibly nervous, about doing something so personal and intimate in front of her, and about her recording it. I covered up my anxiety by putting on a "show" and I really hammed it up for the camera. I was surprised to discover that it was all very arousing. We had so much fun filming it with her cell phone, that we did it a second time so that she could capture it with her video camera. It was a movie that she liked to watch over and over. She said that she loved seeing the expressions on both of our faces when I came.

The video started with a black screen and a woman saying, "I won fair and square." I remembered the words, but didn't recognize the voice and I looked at Barbara quizzically.

"I used a voice changer to alter how we sound. It's part of the video editing software that I use. I told you that I didn't want anybody to be able to recognize us."

The video went on and for the next fifteen minutes or so we watched a film that I thought I knew very well.

"This isn't the same recording that we have," I said."Your hair is a different color, and your eyes aren't blue. In fact, it doesn't even look like you at all."

"I know," Barbara replied. "I 'borrowed' somebody else's eyes and inserted them (I got permission) and changed my hair color. If you look carefully, you'll see that the background it totally different and there are no shots of your face at all. I told you. I wanted to be absolutely sure that nobody could ever recognize us. Completely anonymous, just like I said."

She was right. I didn't see anything identifiable in the film. It was as if it wasn't us in it at all. It was totally unfamiliar to me. 

"Incredible," I said with amazement. "How did you do that?"

"The marvel of modern technology, and high speed video editing software. Now you know why I wanted the expensive stuff and not the cheap software." Barbara leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you for those birthday presents by the way. And do you feel better now knowing that my videos, our movies, keep us secret?"

I did feel better, confident that those private sexual moments would remain that way, and at the same time we could indulge our exhibitionist tendencies and my wife's hobby. 

"What else did you post honey?"

Barbara smiled broadly, "Let me show you.""

For next hour or so we browsed through the site and watched several of her favorite films. Each one seemed better, more polished, that the one before it. I could tell how she'd developed her skill and why others liked her work. And I couldn't identify us in any of them.

"Wow, that's really great," I said.

"I'm glad you like them. I hope that you'll continue to indulge my little hobby," she reached over and stroked the bulge that had grown in my crotch as I'd watched all the porn that she'd made.

"Absolutely," I said and thrust my hips up into her hand.

"Good," she squeezed me. "I do have one little confession to tell you."

My brain screeched as it stopped the lascivious descent that my wife's groping, and all of her porn, had started. 

"It's a bit of a story, so bear with me," Barbara patted my wilting cock as she sat back in the hammock.

"You remember Randi from work don't you?"

I nodded. It wasn't possible to forget Randi. She is a beautiful, buxom young woman with short, fiery red hair; very curvy in all the best ways, very easy on the eyes. The most outstanding thing about her, however was that whatever she thought about came out of her mouth completely uncensored. And it was obvious that she thought about sex a lot. 

"Well, a bunch of us girls were in the break room at work and Randi started talking about how much she likes watching porn. You know me, I just had to egg on the conversation a bit, so after a minute or two everybody joined in and it got pretty raunchy."

I nodded, silently encouraging her to go on.

"It didn't take very long until everyone was sharing which was their favorite porn movie. I was totally shocked when Randi started talking about my movie website and ReelLove. She went on and on about how much she loved those movies."

My mouth dropped open.

"I'm sure I blushed a bit, but I didn't say anything, and I really, really don't think that anyone noticed. I spent a lot of time with my back to the group rummaging through my locker in the breakroom while Randi gushed about the movies." 

Barbara shifted on the hammock. I kept quiet.

"Never once did she say anything that even hinted that she knew it was me, or you, in those videos, or that she suspected that I'm ReelLove. I kept all my comments as neutral as possible and even asked her for the web address when break was over," Barbara paused. "I'm sure that she doesn't know, or that anybody else there did. Even you said that you couldn't tell it was us in those movies. We're safe."

She stopped talking and looked at me, studying me, trying to figure out how I was going to respond.

I actually wasn't worried. Barbara had taken every precaution to conceal her online identity and had altered our appearance in the films well enough that I was confident that we would not be recognized. 

"I'm sure we're okay," I said and felt her relax next to me. "You did everything right. If Randi even suspected it was us, she'd have blurted it out. That woman has no filter on anything she says."


Reel Love's Lesson



Barbara smiled and nodded her agreement.

"In fact, I'm glad that she found your movies. Now you can hear opinions about them directly from the horse's mouth, and we both know how big a mouth that is."

We both laughed.

"That's your confession?" I asked.

"Well, not exactly..." her voice trailed off. 

For the third time that day, my brain came to a sudden, unexpected stop.

"Okay, now what?"

"You also know Cynthia from work, don't you; the temporary contract worker that we hired for this busy season? She's the one that was married to that stuck-up jerk for such a long time, until she finally came to her senses and dumped him."

I nodded weakly, only faintly remembering who Barbara was talking about.

"Cynthia's such a nice girl and she found a guy who seems perfect for her. She's really in love with him and she deserves that."

"Okay," I said trying to prod my wife along.

"Well, she came up to me after break and poured her heart out to me. She told me all about how sexually repressed she was in her first marriage (the guy sounds like a real weirdo) and how much she wants to open up and explore her sexuality with her new man." Barbara paused and said. "How is it that everyone seems to want to tell me all about their sexual issues? Why am I always the one they come to with this stuff? Do I look like Dr Ruth?" She said referring to the celebrity sex therapist.

I just patted Barbara's leg.

"Anyway, before I could stop her, Cynthia told me all about what she wants to do in the bedroom, but is afraid to try, and how the women in the videos that Randi talked about must really know how to please a man. She went on and on about how she wants to do all of those things. I tried to reassure her, but I don't think she was listening. In the end, Cynthia finally said that what she really wants is to give a good blowjob."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Yep, that's it. She wants to give a good BJ and doesn't know how."

"There's nothing to 'know'," I said. "All she has to do is wrap her lips around her guy's cock and suck. I guess she needs to know that she should suck and not blow," I added with a smirk.

"I know, I know," Barbara ignored my jab. "But there was no calming her, especially in the hallway off the breakroom."

I could feel Barbara starting to tense again as she sat up. I knew there was more to her "confession". 

She paused, clearly unsure how to go on. "So I broke down and volunteered."

"Huh?" I had no idea what she was talking about.

"I volunteered us, actually you. It was the only thing I could do to get her settled down. Besides, it's the right thing to do."

I sat up. "What exactly do you mean, you 'volunteered' me?" I demanded.

"I volunteered both of us," Barbara said defensively.

"Whatever," I shot back. "Tell me exactly what you got me into."

"I'm going to teach her how to give a blowjob and you're going to help," Barbara crossed her arms and flopped back into the hammock.

"What!?!" I practically shouted.

Barbara looked up at me with a steely glare, her arms folded defiantly across her chest. "Look, it's the right thing to do, help out a nice young lady in need. She in love, real love, and absolutely terrified. Besides, I've got it all figured out."

"Oh do tell," I could hear the sarcasm in my own voice.

"You know, when I was first married to my jarhead, jerk of an ex-husband, the Marines had a class for us wives on how to give our soldiers a good blowjob."

I stared at her incredulous.

"I'm not kidding, they really did. Our tax dollars at work. Anyway, they used bananas and dildos to try and teach us. It was pretty stupid. But I did learn a trick or two," Barbara gazed up at me. "Didn't I?"

I had to admit my wife gave incredible blow jobs. I was sure that if there were ever an Olympic sport in oral sex, she would easily win a gold medal.

"So I know I can teach Cynthia; teach her how to do it right and really please her man. But there's no way I'm going to do the lame fruit or latex thing. I want a real cock to teach her with."

Barbara locked her eyes on mine and challenged, "I figure it this way, it can either be your cock or someone else's; which way would you rather it be? 

There are times when I have no idea whether or not my wife is serious or if she's just kidding. This was one of those moments. I do know that when she sets her mind on something, there's no changing it. And her mind was definitely set.

"So tell me what you've figured out." I capitulated.

She smiled, knowing that she was going to get her way. "Cynthia is really scared about all of this. I mean about using you to learn on. So I promised that I'd make sure that you wouldn't know that it was her; that she'd remain completely anonymous. There's no way that she would do this if she thought you knew it was her."

I raised my eyebrows.

Barbara sat up, excitement began to creep into her voice. "This is what we're going to do. I'll set up the massage table in the living room. You'll be waiting there for her, laying on the table, blindfolded when she comes in. Yes it's going to be at our house, she's been here before anyway. You will have your earphones in and iPod playing so that you can't hear her voice. You won't be able to see or hear her. She'll think that you won't know who it is." Barbara's eyes gleamed, pleased with her plan.

Her plan sounded reasonable. Reasonable except for the part about me being a live sex toy for her friend.

"You will do this won't you?" It wasn't really a question, it was more of a challenge. 

I hesitated.

"Oh come on, be a sport and take one for the team," she chided. "Like you'd have a problem getting a double blow job. There's gonna be two of us working you over. You know you'd love that!"

I wasn't really sure about the whole set up, but the thought of two women on my cock was pretty incredible, a normally unreachable fantasy for any guy. And my own wife was setting up the whole thing? How could I possibly say no. Besides, Barbara already knew that I'd say yes.

"Okay, I'll do it. But just for you," I replied.

"I knew that I could count on you." Barbara smiled, sat up, and threw her arms around me. "I really love you, you know. And I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have a husband as cool as you."

I think I actually blushed when she said that.

Barbara looked at her watch. "We've got to get going." 

"What's the rush?" I asked. "Neither one of us has to work today.

"Cynthia will be her in about two hours and we've got to get everything all set." She began to climb out of the hammock.

Once again my brain reeled. "What?!"

"We set up her lessons for this afternoon, and we need to get everything ready before she gets here. Come on." Barbara grabbed my hand tugging me up.

"But you just asked me. This afternoon? Now?" I sputtered.

"Yep. No time like the present. Oh, and there's one more little thing," she added as she led us off the porch and into the house. "I promised her that I'd tie down your hands. That way she can feel completely in control and not worry about anything happening to her, even by accident."

The full impact of what was going to happen hit me. I would be blindfolded, deaf, and hog-tied to a table in the middle of our living room, while my wife used me to teach a stranger how to give a blow job. I'd be completely out of control and at their mercy. My heart raced with anxiety at the realization. But my cock betrayed my deeper feelings and began to swell.

"First let's make sure that you're all clean and fresh. Need to be sure that all the nooks and crannies are taken care of." Barbara walked us upstairs to our bathroom. "This is a job that's going to require my close supervision." She began stripping clothes off, and then turned on the shower. "Can't leave anything to chance. Take 'em off and get in here mister."

I quickly peeled off my clothes and got into the shower with my wife. It had been a while since the two of us had enjoyed a sensuous shower together. We definitely made up for that lost time. Barbara lathered me everywhere, paying extra special attention to cleaning my cock and balls. 

"I really love your cock .... no wait my cock," Barbara said as she stroked her soapy, slippery hands up and down the length of my fully erect cock and reminded me of her possessiveness. "It feels so good in my hands and in my mouth." She twisted both hands around the head of my cock, making my knees weak in the process. "Cynthia is going to love it too."

She turned her attention next to my balls. We have both enjoyed the intensely pleasurable sensations of having hair-free genitals. It was something that she introduced me to early in our sexual relationship and once I experienced it, I never went back. That day in the shower was another reminder of why I loved being bare. Barbara caressed my balls with her soap-slick hands. "Oh she's gonna love these too. Smooth, firm, and they roll around so deliciously in my hands. Just wait until she sucks them into her mouth, one by one." Barbara punctuated her words be encircling each testicle, one at time, with her fingers and firmly tugging on them.

My breathing caught as waves of pleasure surged out of my scrotum and up into my body. 

She slid her fingers down the underside of my sac, pressing firmly against my perineum as her index finger slipped easily between my cheeks and rested against my anus. Barbara stroked and pressed against my opening, knowing how much I enjoy her stimulating me in that most intimate way.

"Should I introduce her to your sweet ass?" She pressed harder, the pad of her finger pushing me open slightly, threatening to fully penetrate me. "Hmmm? Maybe yes," she pushed the tip of finger just inside of me.

I gasped, my head swam.

"Maybe no," she slid her finger back out. "I can't decide. Better to be safe and make sure that you're all ready for her, just in case." She pushed back into me and swirled the tip of finger stimulating the sensitive nerve endings around my opening.

Bolts of delight coursed through me. I grabbed onto the wall to steady myself as Barbara repeated stroked in and out of me while she rubbed my rigid cock and surging balls with her other hand. I was gasping for breath, my heart was pounding. I could feel her smiling at the control she had over me and her ability to deliver unbelievable pleasure to me. I was on the verge of a huge orgasm.

"There, that should about do it," my wife announced. She withdrew her finger from inside me and let go of my throbbing cock. "Rinse off and be sure that you get all the soap off you. I don't want Cynthia to get a mouthful of anything except you."

I was panting, trying to catch my breath as Barbara washed the soap suds off her hands, then stepped out and grabbed a towel off the rack. My breathing slowed as I took my time under the shower doing exactly as Barbara instructed, removing any trace of soap from my skin. When I stepped out of the shower, I'd fully recovered from Barbara's attention. My limp cock swung heavily between my legs.

I was immediately enveloped in the warm dry towel that Barbara wrapped around me. "I love you so much and what you're about to do is so special." She hugged me tightly. "Thank you."

We held that embrace for a long time. My wife, ever in charge, didn't let it linger overly long. "Got to keep moving so we'll be ready," she disentangled herself from me. "Get yourself dried off. No need to get dressed, just put on your robe. Wear some of that cologne I love," she winked at me. "And do one other little thing please."

I thought, "Another 'little thing'. How many 'little things' does she have in store for me?"

Barbara held out her hand to me, palm up, with a little blue pill resting in it. I recognized the Viagra tablet. While I have no trouble with ED, we've occasionally used the drug to supplement our sex lives. It gives me harder and longer lasting erections and often enables me to satisfy my beloved more than once during our love making sessions.

"You get so hard, and last so long when you use it. I want Cynthia to be able to really enjoy learning from your cock," she smiled at me and held out a cup of water with her other hand.

I swallowed the pill.

Barbara patted me on my butt as if saying, "Good boy" and I felt as if I somehow deserved a treat for obeying her. She quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and a slid a tight fitting t-shirt over her 34 DD breasts. "You finish getting yourself together. I'm going to head downstairs and get set up there. Don't dawdle. Cynthia will be here pretty soon," she gave me a chaste peck on the cheek and walked out of the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror for a long moment. "What the hell has she gotten me into, and why the fuck did I ever agree to it?" I said out loud to myself. I knew the answer. I love my wife beyond measure. I love her tenderness, her huge heart, and the way she loves me as deeply as I love her. I also love her sense of adventure and her willingness to push boundaries in so many ways. I would do anything with her. This was just another boundary, another adventure, and I knew without doubt that doing it with Barbara would bring me immeasurable happiness. I sighed and began combing my hair.

By the time that I got downstairs, cologned and wrapped in a thick terrycloth robe as Barbara had instructed, things were pretty much set up. She had adjusted the thermostat so that it was warmer than normal, deference to the fact that I'd be stark naked, I was sure. The coffee table, upholstered chairs, and plants were pushed toward the edges of the room leaving plenty of space around our massage table, which was sitting in the middle of the floor. She had also adjusted the lights, dimming those on the periphery, and turning up the one on the ceiling making the table the highlight of the space. It almost seemed to glow.

I headed into the kitchen where I heard Barbara moving about. She had two bottles of white wine chilling in a wine bucket, and three glasses sitting on the counter top. She poured some for both of us. "Only a little bit. I need to be able to teach properly, and I don't want you to have to pee," she smiled and held out a glass to me. "I really meant everything that I said. What you're doing is really special. I don't think very many men would agree to do this." She took a sip of her wine. "We have had a charmed life together. I'm so lucky to have found you. And I'm so glad that you love me the way you do. You are amazing; ready to go and do with me, explore with me, indulge all of my crazy ideas. You should know that I'm never letting you go. You're mine and always will be."

There was nothing I could say in reply. Everything that she'd just said exactly mirrored the way I felt about her. I'd had a crappy first marriage and it wasn't until I'd met Barbara that I learned how happy I could be with another person. She and I were meant to be together. She made me a more whole person than I ever could be with anybody else. I'd never let her go either. I smiled, took a sip of my wine, and kissed her.

"Here's you iPod," Barbara said. "And here's the blindfold," she held out a satin sleep mask that we'd used once on a long overnight plane flight. "It's time to get you set up."

We set down our glasses and walked into the living room. "I have a blanket to cover you with for now, so go ahead and take off the robe. Face up please," she patted the top of the table.

I laid down on the massage table. The cool vinyl against my skin sent a chill through me that matched my growing anxiety.

"Like I said, I'm going to tie your hands," Barbara wrapped velcro restraints around my wrists."It will help Cynthia feel a bit safer, more confident, knowing that she's in control. Besides, I know how much you enjoy being tied down while I work you over," she said wryly, referring to some of our kinkier sex play.

The straps were tight enough that my hands were pinned to the table, but I could still shift them and the rest of my body side to side. She placed a warm blanket over me.

"Now your blindfold." Barbara slipped the sleep mask over my eyes and adjusted the elastic strap."Comfortable?" she asked.

I nodded.

"I also prepared a scented towel for you that I thought you'd like." A mix of floral and herbal smells wafted into my nose as she laid the warm towel over my face so that it rested just at the tip of my nose. The scent reminded me of the professional massages that the two of us had shared together, especially the sensuous ones. "Now for the iPod," she placed the earbuds firmly into my ears and turned on the music. The strains of saxophone and mellow jazz swelled into my head. "I picked out a variety of music for you. I know how varied your tastes in that are too," she said with a snicker. 

I caught her double entendre.

The sound level moved up and down as she adjusted the volume. "How's that?" she asked.

I made an "Ok" sign with my fingers and nodded.

"Remember, you're not supposed to be able to hear or see her. No matter what happens, don't ever let her think that you know who she is."

"Got it," I said, I'm sure a bit too loudly.

Barbara leaned down to my face as if to say something. The doorbell rang, loud enough that I could hear it over the music.

"She's here," Barbara said with excitement. "I love you so much," she kissed me quickly then moved away to answer the door.

I couldn't hear very much over the sound of the iPod, but I could tell that they were greeting each other the way that women friends do with laughter, hugs, and effusive compliments. It was only a few minutes later, perhaps two or three songs at the most, when the music began to fade and then finally stopped altogether. I realized that the battery on the iPod had run out. I could hear everything clearly. There was nothing that I could do or say to Barbara about that without also alerting Cynthia. I decided to play possum and pretend that I couldn't hear them.

"Oh my god, thank you so much for doing this," I heard Cynthia say from the kitchen. "You have no idea how big a deal this is for me. And how nervous I am." I heard her take a big gulp of wine.

The sound of Barbara sloshing more wine into her glass came around the corner.

"Least I can do for one of my favorite peeps," Barbara replied.

"He's really okay with this?" Cynthia said. The sound of her taking another big gulp of wine followed her question.

"Absolutely," Barbara said once more refilling Cynthia's glass.

"You two are so amazing."

"Thanks. I think you're pretty great too." Two glasses clinked together in a toast.

"Let's go meet your meat," Barbara said with a chuckle. 

Cynthia giggled as she came into the living room. 

"He can't see or hear me, can he?" Cynthia asked nervously.

"No way," Barbara said. "You can see the blindfold, and I set the volume on his iPod up far enough that he won't be able to hear anything except his music. He has some kind of special earbuds that cancel out and block all external sound."

I could hear everything clear as a bell and I had no idea what my wife was talking about. I'd once mentioned to her that I wanted high-end earphones, but they were way too expensive. The ones stuck in my ears that day were the simple ones that came with the iPod. They didn't block any ambient noise at all.

Cynthia sighed. "Good. I would just die if I thought he knew it was me."

I stayed completely still.

"Ready?" Barbara asked.

Cynthia must have indicated yes, because the next moment Barbara pulled off the blanket with dramatic flare. "Ta da!" she said.

The cool air that wafted over my bare skin and my own nerves combined and out weighed any sexual arousal I might have felt. My cock laid flaccid along my legs. A shiver ran through me.

"Poor thing. He looks cold," Cynthia said.

"We'll warm him up soon enough," Barbara answered her and rubbed her hands up and down the front of my thighs. The friction warmed me up slightly.




Reel Love's Lesson



I smiled. My cock stirred.

"See already better," Barbara said.

"He's got no hair there," Cynthia said, referring to my hairless crotch, a tone of wonder in her voice.

"We both like it better than way," my wife answered.

"How often does he have to shave?"

"No shaving. That just leaves prickles that hurt when he pushes into me," Barbara commented.

"Well then how?"

"Waxing. It leaves no stubble, and when the hair starts to grow back, it's much softer. After a while less and less grows back at all," Barbara described.

"Wow. How'd you get him to do that?" Cynthia asked and took another gulp of her wine.

"It didn't take much," Barbara began. "I started by trimming back his pubes short. He liked it. He said that it felt better having less hair. He started buying progressively smaller bikini underwear and eventually got rid of almost all of those awful boxers that men seem to like. I think they're plain ugly, don't do anything to enhance the package." Barbara cupped my cock and balls with her hand. "I kid him and call them man panties, but I don't want him to wear anything else. Unless it's summer time and he's in shorts. Then I like the boxers so I can sneak my hands up his pants when he's not expecting it. I especially like doing that when we're out in public. Makes him squirm in the most delicious way."

I heard Barbara take a sip of her drink. "Anyway, he liked the short hair so much that he was the one to suggest getting rid of it all. I just told him that I didn't want him shaving because the stubble that comes afterward hurts me. Believe it or not, he's the one who suggested waxing. So I wax him every few weeks. I love the way he rolls over and spreads his legs wide for me so I can smear the hot wax over his cock and balls before I rip it off. He's so smooth and sensitive afterward. He loves it when I rub him down with the oil after I'm all finished stripping him clean. I give him a good once over like that until I get just the explosive response I want."

Cynthia whistled softly. "I know how uncomfortable that is for me. I can't imagine what it must feel like for him."

Barbara must have given her a questioning look, because Cynthia went on. "Waxing my nether regions about the only sexy thing that my ex ever let me do.

I could hear that the wine had loosened Cynthia's tongue a bit.

"Yeah. He wanted me completely bare, no hair at all, not even a patch. But he would never even have thought about cutting back that spiky forest around his prick." A dark tone entered her voice. "Come to think of it, it was weird the way he wanted me to look like a little girl down there." Cynthia shuddered as she leaned slightly against the table.

"Why I ever got hooked up with that man, much less stayed with him for as long as I did, is a complete mystery to me." She lamented.

"Well that's history now," Barbara said lightening the mood. She clinked glasses with Cynthia. "Here's to the start of a new you, and new adventures."

"Can I touch him?" Cynthia asked after taking another drink.

"That's why you're here," Barbara replied.

I felt a soft, warm hand brush over the bare skin at the base of my cock.

"It's so smooth." Cynthia sounded almost astonished. "Is he like this everywhere?"

"Find out for yourself," Barbara answered.

Cynthia's hand slid up and down the length of my cock and down the front of my sac. It felt good; very different than Barbara's touch, but very good. Blood surged into my cock and I began to swell.

"Oh my," Cynthia pulled her hand away suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Barbara's voice echoed.

"He's....he's.... you know," Cynthia sounded nervous and uncertain.

"You mean he's getting a hardon?" Barbara chuckled. "You are stroking him after all. I certainly hope he'd get hard. I would be worried if he didn't." 

"It's just that I've never seen one do that up close."

"What do you mean, you've never seen that?" Barbara asked. I could hear the astonishment in her voice this time.

"Like I told you things with my ex were weird." 

I could definitely hear that the wine had worked on Cynthia. Her words flowed out with far less restraint than they had earlier.

"We never kept the lights on when we had sex. It was always in the dark with me on my back and him on top of me. He never let me touch him, and he certainly never touched me with anything except his pathetic prick. I pleaded with him to try new things. But he wouldn't even talk about it. It was just a quick hump 'til he got himself off, then he'd roll over on his back, tell me how good I was, and fall asleep snoring." The hurt and anger in Cynthia's voice was obvious.

I wanted to say something, but I laid still, pretending that I couldn't hear.

"Well than plain sucks!" Barbara exclaimed, breaking the heavy moment once again. "There's not going to be any of that around here," she added. "Except for the sucking that is!"

Both women laughed out loud and the darkness that had descended into the room with Cynthia's story lifted.

Cynthia put her hand back on me. This time she was less tentative and more confident. She smoothed it up and down the length of my shaft, which had gone soft during Cynthia's tale of woe. I heard her put down her glass and felt her other hand, cool from holding her wine, begin cradling my balls. Her touch had the expected effect, and my cock stiffened more.

"I like that," she said. "It feels good when it starts to grow," she kept stroking me. "How big does his get?"

"Slightly bigger than average I guess," Barbara answered. "He's not a horse or anything. I wouldn't like that. But he more than satisfies me. Why don't you keep going and find out."

Cynthia wrapped her hands around my semi-firm, but growing cock, with some self-assurance and began pumping on me in earnest.

"Don't grip too tightly or you'll rub the skin off of him," Barbara warned just before I started to feel uncomfortable. "A hand job really works best with lube of some kind."

"Oh okay. Beginner's mistake," Cynthia quipped.

I could hear the levity in her voice.

She smoothed her hands down over my balls as they surged under her touch. "He's smooth down here too," she said as her fingers brushed over my perineum.

"I make sure that he's nice and bare all the way around."

"You mean all the way?" 

"Absolutely," Barbara said. "I don't want any fur getting in the way around that tight hole of his."

Cynthia inhaled sharply. It wasn't a gasp of disgust, but rather one of excitement.

"You two, uh, do stuff, back there too?" Cynthia asked once more with disbelief.

"Of course," Barbara replied. "There are so many sensitive nerve endings around the anus. Not going to miss experiencing pleasure there also just because of some stupid societal hangups. We've found lots of ways to please each other there."

"Oh my. I thought it was just me," Cynthia said. "I thought I was the only one who liked playing with her ass." She giggled. "I have a toy that I slide into me back there when I play with myself. It feels so good."

"I think you're not as repressed as you seem," Barbara chided. 

The wine had definitely hit Cynthia. "Oh I'm not repressed at all. I want to do all kinds of things. I'm ready for anything and everything. I just don't have any experience." 

By this point Cynthia had stroked me to a full blown hardon. My balls surged up and down as she massaged and palmed them. That along with the pressure of her fingers against my perineum made pre-cum begin to leak from the tip of my cock.

"I made him cum already?" Cynthia's voice was filled with disappointment.

Barbara chuckled. "You really do have a lot to learn don't you? Glad I'm here to teach you. That's pre-cum, he hasn't climaxed yet. It just means that he's excited."

"Oh," Cynthia sounded relieved. "I thought...," her voice trailed off. "I just didn't want him to go all soft and everything yet. I want to spend a lot more time playing with this, and you haven't even taught me how to give a proper blowjob yet."

Cynthia ran her finger over the tip of my cock, smearing it in the liquid oozing out of me. "It's warm and slippery." She slid her slickened finger down the underside of my aching cock.

I couldn't help myself. I moaned.

"See, he likes that," Barbara said. "You're already getting to be an expert."

Cynthia scooped up more of my pre-cum with her fingers, rubbing it over her palm and stroked me again, this time wrapping her whole, wet hand around my turgid cock.

The sensation was familiar, and equally electrifying as when Barbara does the same. Cynthia's warm, lubricated hand almost encircled my now bulging cock and, aided by my slick juice, glided smoothly down its full length. As her hand got to the base of my cock, she switched her grip slightly and pressed her thumb to the underside before she reversed direction and stroked upward. As she did that, she swirled the pad of her thumb against the tiny line near the crown that marked where I'd been circumcised. It was as if she knew by some instinct exactly where my most sensitive spot was. Once more I groaned, this time loudly.

"Nice technique," Barbara said with genuine admiration. 

More pre-cum leaked out of me and I felt my muscles tensing in pleasure.

"I really like being able to do that." Cynthia rubbed her fingers along the ridge of my crown. "It's as if I can make it do things."

"You can," Barbara confirmed. "That's the power we women have. The power to deliver pleasure however we want. It's completely in our control how much, where, and when you and I can make our man feel good. It's a great feeling having that kind of power. It really turns me on. Just don't abuse it."

"What do you mean?" Cynthia asked and slowed down her hand motions, but she didn't let go of me. 

"There's plenty of stuff out there, porn and all, that shows women dominating men, doing things to them that are demeaning, abusive. I guess some men like that, but I can't understand why anyone would want to be abused. Control, yes. Abuse, no. So unless your man really wants that kind of kink (you would need to have a long talk about that) don't abuse him. Just use your power to control how you please him."

Cynthia must have nodded understanding. I didn't hear her say anything, but I got a strong impression that she agreed with Barbara.

"Well it seems like you've learned the first lesson of a good blowjob," Barbara changed subjects.

"What do you mean?" Cynthia asked. She was still stroking my balls although she'd completely released my cock.

"Good oral sex is about pleasing your man, but not only with your mouth. I think that it's better not to just gulp him down. Although I do love feeling him get hard in my mouth. Stretch it out, make it last. Use your hands, your fingers, your nails. Find all of his erogenous spots and play with them before you put your mouth on his dick. For example he really likes it when I play with his nipples. Watch."

I felt Barbara's warm lips engulf my left nipple. Her tongue swirled around and around that sensitive area massaging then sucking on me, until my nipple stood upright and hard. She brushed her teeth over the tip. Then she released me and blew. My skin tightened deliciously as her hot breath washed over me. I purred.

Not satisfied that she'd done enough, Barbara grasped my rigid nip between her fingers and twirled and rubbed it until I began arching up against her in enjoyment. Then she pinched me hard.

The contrast of that pain immediately after her soothing oral attention was dramatic. Before it got too intense, and expertly judging my threshold, Barbara let go. Blood rushed into that small bit of tissue and it swelled even more. The sensation was incredible. I writhed.

"See. My mouth, my fingers on his sensitive areas. I can deliver just as much enjoyment as I want, watch him dance under my control. But it's power and control for pleasure not for exploitation."

Barbara described it perfectly. Together we had a wonderful dance of control and surrender. We'd learned how to take turns, showering unbelievable delight onto each other, alternately delivering and receiving the joy that we both wanted to give and get. 

"And did you see how a little bit of pain, just the right amount, amplifies the pleasure?"

I was catching my breath, coming down off the high Barbara had given me, but I was able to hear Cynthia gasp, "Yes."

"I want to do that!" Cynthia exclaimed.

"Oaky," Barbara encouraged. 

I felt Cynthia hands glide up over my stomach, her fingernails scraped my skin. "Yes!" I thought to myself. "Just like that." The sensation was wonderful; warm hands massaging, and rough fingernails scratching hard enough for me to sense the threat of pain, but not enough to actually hurt. I could feel the blood flowing into my skin and could imagine the hot trail of red marks she was leaving on me.

Both of her hands reached my chest and nipples at the same time. Imitating what Barbara had just done to me, she grasped them simultaneously with her fingers. Like Barbara, she firmly pinched and squeezed, rolling them until they both engorged with blood and stood erect.

"Mmmm," Cynthia purred. "I like that."

Her hair brushed across my skin as she bent down and took one nipple between her lips. It was a tentative motion at first, but my involuntary response, arching my back so that I pushed up into her, spurred her on. She sandwiched my hard point between her tongue and lips and pulled at me as if nursing. It felt wonderful. For a moment I wished that I could satisfy her make believe suckling. All the while the fingers of her hand were busy tweaking my other nipple. I let myself go in a haze of swirling sensations.

Cynthia jerked me back to earth as her teeth sawed menacingly against my nipple. She gripped it firmly, then slowly raised her head, pulling, stretching, elongated that tiny piece of swollen flesh. All the while she ran her tongue over its engorged tip. She didn't miss a beat with her hand and was firmly pinching and pulling on my other nipple. It was completely different than anything that Barbara had ever done, but it felt spectacular. I lost control, writhed and moaned very loudly.

Cynthia let go with both her hand and mouth, and inhaled sharply pulling in a lungful of air.

I flopped back on the table, equally out of breath.

"Wow. You're a quick learner," Barbara said.

"I really like that!" Cynthia said with gusto.

I imagined her face flushed red with excitement.

"You're on a roll. Why don't you keep going with whatever you want and see where it leads."

"I will!" The enthusiasm in Cynthia's voice was obvious.

It was clear that she was finished with my chest as she ran her hands back down the length of my torso toward my groin until her hands reached the small patch of hair just above my cock. Cynthia seemed to have somehow instinctively understood how teasing amplifies pleasure. Because rather than immediately grasping my now throbbing cock, she let her hands (and those wonderful nails) continue sliding down over my groin onto the inner part of my thighs. My cock twitched uncontrollably at her near miss, and I spread my legs reflexively as she pressed against the untouched flesh of my upper legs. I shuddered.

"Good," was the one word I heard. I had no idea if it was Barbara commenting on Cynthia's technique, or it was Cynthia voicing her approval of my reaction. 

Her hands continued down the length of my legs reaching the extremely sensitive instep of my foot. Again, Cynthia had some kind of weird ESP, because instead of touching the sole of my foot, which has always been an unpleasant sensation for me, she stopped and ran her hands over the top of my foot rubbing and massaging until she got to my big toe. What Cynthia did that day went past anything that Barbara had done to me. She encircled my toe with her fingers, tugged gently then quickly sucked it past her lips and into her mouth. 

Hot, wetness enveloped my digit. She sucked hard, very hard, then began laving it with her tongue. She ran it around and around, in between the toes, over the top all the while sucking then scraping it with her teeth. For a woman who had never given a blowjob, that was as close to a toe BJ as I'd ever experienced. I silently hoped that she would teach Barbara how to do that. 

Cynthia kept going while I groaned, drinking in the sensations she was showering on my foot. As she took her mouth off of my toe, she licked across the top of my foot and slowly began running her hands back up my leg. Her fingers creeping closer and closer to my groin.

"Is now a good time?" Cynthia asked Barbara.

"I think that you can do anything you want now," she replied.

"What should I do?"

"Do whatever you want. Do what feels right to you, " Barbara instructed.

If Cynthia had any reservations, it certainly didn't show. She grasped my now extremely hard, and Viagra enhanced, cock with both hands and held it upright, pointing into the air. Copious amounts of pre-cum, one of the side effects for me of the ED drug, dribbled down the length of my cock.

"What's it taste like," Cynthia asked.

"Some woman absolutely hate it. Other women really like it. I'm kind of neutral. It's warm, a little salty, and the taste changes depending on his if he's dehydrated or not, and sometime on what he's eaten. All-in-all it's an okay taste and not too different from the taste of his cum. Find out for yourself."

Everything that had happened so far had led up to this moment; Cynthia's first taste of cock. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was Barbara's encouragement. A part of me likes to think it was me. Whatever it was, a sexual tiger had been awakened in Cynthia and it was ready to come alive with a passion.

Cynthia stuck her tongue out and placed it firmly against the base of my cock along the underside. She kept it there for a moment, pressing it against my flesh. Then she pushed even harder so that it flattened out. The full width of it smashed hot and wet against me. It felt huge. Then, with agonizing slowness, she pulled it up the full length of my aching rod. 

It was incredible; like warm, wet satin, but rough in a good way at the same time. I could feel her heart beat pulsating in her tongue as it slid over me. It was her first oral experience, and the thrill she was obviously experiencing radiating off of her tongue and into me.

She pulled her mouth away. I could tell that the slick pre-cum that had bathed my cock was gone, lapped up by Cynthia. Her hair once more brushed against me as she leaned away.

"Mmmm," I like that. "He tastes yummy."

Barbara laughed. "Just wait 'til you taste the rest of him."

"Oh, I can't wait. If it's anything like this, I'm gonna love it." Cynthia dropped her head back into my groin. Her mouth enveloped the tip of my cock and she began sucking on it just as furiously as she had on my toe.

I couldn't help myself and blurted out, "Holy shit!" at Cynthia's oral assault.

She froze and then pulled away from me.

"What' happened? What did I do wrong?" There was a note of panic in her voice.

Barbara laughed again. "Nothing honey," she said reassuringly. "That's just him saying how much he likes it. But you might want to go a little bit slower, draw it out, make it last. Or else he'll cum like a freight train in the blink of an eye."

"Oh, okay. I get it." She was clearly relieved and I could hear a touch of scheming in her voice.

Cynthia returned her head to me. I tensed anticipating an attack as dramatic as her last. I did not want to cum too soon, and I had no idea whether or not Cynthia would want me to ejaculate in her mouth. Barbara and I had never discussed that, and I hadn't heard anything from either of them about that. No matter what, I didn't want this to be a bad experience for her, and I especially didn't want to embarrass Barbara.




Reel Love's Lesson



As if talking to herself, or perhaps a wild pony, Cynthia said with her mouth inches off my cock, "Whoa big boy. Easy. I'll be gentle with you." She stroked her fingers lightly up and down my shaft. Her tongue touched my now aching rod. Slowly, but with increasing speed, she swirled it around the length of the shaft, carefully avoid the highly sensitive underside spot she'd so expertly found with her thumb earlier. Again and again she laved me until she worked her way up to the crown. 

"Like this?" Cynthia asked.

"Yes. That's very good. I think a good blowjob should also include a handjob. But that's just me. You do what feels right to you," Barbara answered.

"I like that idea." Cynthia wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and held it firmly while she pulled the tip back between her lips. I felt the vibration of her soft purr as she did so. With the head of my cock in her mouth, Cynthia rotated her tongue around and around the head, occasionally swiping it over the top and probing my opening with the tip of her tongue. Her head was bent down over me and she was unable to swallow, so a stream of her saliva escaped and ran down the length of my shaft. 

Maybe she did it by accident or maybe it was just another instinctive technique of hers, but Cynthia took advantage of the warm liquid that pooled in the hand she was using to grip my cock. It formed a natural lubricant. So with a steady rhythm she glided her hand up and down, pumping and stroking me, adding a handjob to her blowjob exactly as Barbara had suggested.

"Don't forget that you've got two hands," I heard Barbara say past the blood pounding in my ears.

Cynthia didn't stop rubbing my cock. She cupped my balls with her other hand and began caressing me there. Each motion of one hand matched that of the other and synchronized with her mouth.

My heart was racing and every muscle in my body was tense. I was struggling not to explode.

"Yes. Yes. Very good," Barbara said. "You've got him right where you want him, in the palm of your hand ...and in your mouth."

Cynthia tried to laugh, but my cock was in the way. She choked slightly at Barbara's joke and pulled back, catching her breath. But she wasn't going to be distracted by Barbara's jokes.

"You ready?" she said quietly, talking to my cock, or maybe she was talking to her inner self. She must have gotten the answer that she wanted, because the next think I felt were her lips fully around the top of my penis. She took me slowly into her mouth, letting the head rest just past her lips. She kept her tongue still as she sucked on me, pulling more blood into my swollen crown. I felt myself swell. Cynthia purred, obviously pleased with how I responded.

She let go of me.

My heart sank. "Is really going to stop?" I fretted silently with disappointment. 

Again she spoke quietly to my cock, just loud enough for me to hear. "You want more? You think you're ready for more?"

For a second time she must have gotten the answer she wanted, and the one that I was silently wishing for.

Cynthia re-wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock. Like before, she drew the head inside, just past her lips, But she didn't stop there. With steady downward pressure against me, she pulled my cock deeper into her. I felt the roof of her mouth rub the tip as she slid me farther in. I was certain she'd stop any second, bound to gag and choke. But she kept going. Deeper and deeper I sank into her mouth until I felt the back of her throat grasping against the tip of my dick. I felt her nose pushing against my pubic bone as she tried for force me even farther down her. The muscles at the base of her tongue quivered around me, spasming in time with those at the back of her mouth. She suppressed her gag, but saliva poured out of her and washed over my balls.

"Holy shit!" It was Barbara's turn to exclaim. "It's your first time and you're deep throating him?!"

Cynthia slid her mouth off of me. I heard her slurp before she answered Barbara's stunned question. "I practiced with one of my toys," she said in explanation. "Did I get it right?"

"From what I saw, and by the looks of him," she must have gestured to me, "I'd say you definitely did."

My heart was racing, and I was panting. Sweat rolled off of my hot skin. Cynthia had most assuredly gotten it right.

"Oh goody," she squealed with delight and pride.

"Honey. You are way past anything that's beginner. You've got big time sexuality that we've let out, and it clearly wants to play."

"Uh huh," Cynthia agreed.

"There's not much else I can teach you about blow jobs. You're a natural."

"But I want to learn more and be like those girls in the videos that Randi was talking about," Cynthia protested.

"Those are just somebody's fantasies put onto film. You'll create your own and bring them to life in whatever way you and your partner want to."

"But there's so much I don't know, like all the different positions, how to do anal, or if I'd even like it, or what toys my guy wants, or even how cum tastes," Cynthia protested.

"You'll figure all those out on your own with your man," Barbara calmed her. "Just keep talking together, keep open, and try things. If either one of you doesn't enjoy it, stop and do something else. There's a whole world of pleasure for you to explore, together over time. You've got lots of that."

I felt Cynthia relax next to me.

"As far as that last one, if you want to know what cum tastes like, we can answer that question right now if you'd like."

My heart, which had finally come back to normal after Cynthia's deep throat, sped up.

"Really?" she said excitedly.

"Sure, if you want to."

"Absolutely. Before I try and do anything with my man, I want to know for sure. Is it oaky with you?"

"Of course it is," Barbara answered.

"Do you think he'll be okay with it? In my mouth?"

"Are you kidding me? Do you really think a guy is going to have any qualms about shooting his load under any circumstances. Besides we talked about it beforehand," Barbara lied. 

"Oh thank you," Cynthia gushed.

"You're welcome," Barbara answered. "You want to learn about the p-spot?"

If I'd been on edge before about being a teaching aid for my wife, as soon as I heard Barbara mention that, my anxiety really spiked. 

"What's that?" Cynthia asked.

"It's the male equivalent of our g-spot. Stimulating the p-spot gives him big orgasms. Sometimes, just like us, they can cum just from rubbing there and not doing anything else. It's really great."

"I think I've read something about that. Isn't that the prostate, and isn't that inside a guy's butt?"

"Yes to both. I love getting his p-spot while I give him a hand job or a blow job. It absolutely rocks his world and he cums in buckets."

"Then I definitely want to try that." There was no hesitation in Cynthia's voice, only determination. 

I suppose I could have stopped everything right then. Sat up, even with my hands tied, and told them that I didn't want to go on. It would have exposed my feint of deafness. However, it would have kept Barbara from semi-publically showing off how she liked to give it to me in the rear, and how much I liked it. But the fact is that I love it when she probes my p-spot. It feels great and my orgasms are extremely powerful. The hard truth was that right then I wanted it in the ass, and I wanted it bad. 

"I got him really clean there first. Fed him lots of bran muffins; made sure that he was good and empty. It doesn't always work out that way, but it's much nicer like that. I also washed him real well before you came over. It's fun doing that. He moans and squirms like a whore as I clean him. Just another way I enjoy the power of giving him pleasure." I could hear Barbara fiddling with something. "Some people say soap is bad around the anus, but nurses give soap suds enemas all the time and nothing bad happens. Don't over do it though, and you don't have to give him an enema if you don't want to. Just clean a little bit inside." Barbara paused, "Who knows. You may find out that your guy likes you giving him an enema, stranger things have happened."

"The real secret," Barbara continued, "is to use lots of lube. If you think it's too much, add more. Guys like us when we're really wet, don't they? Well they like it up the ass when they're really wet too."

I felt a hand grab me behind the knee and pull my leg up and out. I didn't say anything and let whoever it was move my leg and expose my butt cheek.

"Remember lots of lube," Barbara said.

I gasped as the frigid gel touched the hot skin of my butt. The sensation was breathtaking in a good way. The anticipation of what I knew what was coming next just amped it up. She had used a lot of lube and her finger slid easily between my cheeks. I couldn't have stopped her finger even if I'd wanted to. In a flash it was pressed up against my anus and she stroked me there sending bolts of pleasure into me.

"Press firmly using the pad of your finger. Keep pressing, he'll relax. Sometimes, I stroke his cock, or rub his balls. It helps him settle down so that he'll open up. You can always add more lube if you need to."

Another glob of cold gel squirted between my cheeks and the tip of Barbara's finger began to slip inside my slowly relaxing sphincter.

"I like to tell him how I want him to open up and let me in. How I want to take him and how good it's going to feel. I tell him how much he's going to like it. Of course, he can't hear us now, but when we play, I do that. It reminds him, and me, who's in control. I like being in control." 

Barbara's finger slid just inside, past my outer rim of muscle. I could feel her starting to fill me up. This was the moment when I knew there was no stopping; that she'd push her finger all the way into me, whether I wanted it or not. It was the moment when I gave over all control to my wife. It was glorious release and freedom, turning myself completely over with the greatest trust to her. I loved that moment.

"Go slowly. Let him adjust. He has to stretch out a bit. In a minute or two, you'll be able to feel him relax and your finger will just slide in as far as you want," Barbara kept up her monologue and her firm pressure. Just as she'd said, and just as I loved, my natural barriers fell, and her finger slid deep into my anus. 

As always, it was magnificent. The sensations emanating from my rear were multiplied by the knowledge that I was under her spell and the pleasure I was about to experience was all in her hands.

"Once you're inside, you should be able to feel his prostate on the front part of his rectum. It's just behind his cock. You may have to twist about to get your finger in the right position." Barbara rotated her finger. I could feel the pressure on the inside at the same time she stimulated the exquisitely sensitive nerves on the outside of my anus. I moaned.

"See he likes that," Barbara did it again.

I felt more pre-cum surge up my cock.

"The prostate should feel firm, but not hard, about the size of a big walnut. Pressing on it gives him pleasure and will definitely make him juicier, see?" Barbara grasped my aching cock with her other hand and rubbed the pre-cum with her fingers demonstrating the effect she was having on me. 

I writhed.

"Do it firmly, but don't pound him, not yet. When he's on the edge, you can really thrust into him. He'll love it." Barbara pushed deeper into me and pressed on my prostate. 

My heart was racing. The familiar ache of a mounting orgasm began to build. Climaxing from p-spot stimulation was very different for me than an orgasm by any other means. It built up much more slowly and came only after an agonizingly long time. Other orgasms came in a sudden flash, mounting with blinding swiftness and taking me by irresistible storm. P-spot orgasms kept me teetering on the edge of release, and I often would find myself begging my wife to push me over the brink to climax. I think she liked seeing me beg her to make me cum.

"You can add a hand job or blowjob whenever you want."

"Can I?" Cynthia was seemingly asking permission.

"Go for it," Barbara said.

With Barbara's finger inside of me, Cynthia lowered herself onto my cock while holding it firmly with her free hand. As she did before, she drew me as far into her mouth as she could giving me a repeat deep throat experience. 

I couldn't hold back and moaned loudly and wriggled on the table. I wanted to reach out and wrap my fingers in her hair, but my hands were pinned down. All I could do was to lie there and take it; take the fabulous sensations that spread throughout my body from my butt and my cock.

Cynthia slid herself back up my cock, keeping the head well inside her mouth. There she swirled her tongue around and around while she alternated gentle with hard suction. Meanwhile Barbara rhythmically pressed on my prostate and began gently stroking in and out of me. I knew that with all that stimulation it wasn't going be long before I came. 

"Sometimes I can get more than one finger inside, that really stretches him. He loves being filled up."

Another glob of cold gel dripped across my anus.

"Here, let me see if I can get my finger in too," Barbara said.

In a flash I realized that it had never been Barbara's finger in me. It had been Cynthia's all along. She was the one penetrating me while Barbara coached her. My wife had not only used me as a teaching aid for a blowjob, but had also allowed, encouraged, Cynthia to take me in the most intimate way that only Barbara had before. My head swam.

The extra lube did its job and a second finger, I now knew Barbara's, slid effortlessly deep into me. The new feeling of fullness and the extra pressure on my prostate propelled me even closer to climax. I was moaning nonstop. I was on the very brink of release.

Cynthia raised her head off my cock. "Wow I can really taste him now," she said.

I know that Barbara was about to warn her of my impending climax. But before she could say anything, my balls pulled tightly against me, and my sphincter clamped down on the girls' fingers. Semen that had massed in my balls surged upward through the length of my cock. With a huge gush it burst out the tip of my aching penis. A thick rope of my hot cum I'm sure splashed across Cynthia's face before it landed onto my chest.

Cynthia squealed and quickly dropped her lips back onto my cock. With a fervor I didn't think possible, she swirled her tongue and sucked on me hard as more pulses of sperm shot out of me. I could hear her moan with each squirt I pumped into her mouth. Two fingers vigorously thrust in and out of me, pressing and massaging my prostate forcing more fluid out of me and into Cynthia. It felt like it lasted forever.

As my orgasm faded and my cock slowly wilted, both women withdrew their fingers from within me. Cynthia kept her lips wrapped around my dick sucking every drop out of me until it was completely limp, and then she finally let me go. 

"Wow! Wow!" she said, loudly licking her lips. 

As incredible as it had felt, I was mortified. I was sure that I'd inadvertently given Cynthia a facial on her first ever blowjob. 

"That was amazing. Did you see the way it shot out of him, like a fire hose? That was great!" She declared. "It felt so hot on my face. And I love the way it just pumped and pumped into my mouth. I think I sucked him dry," there was a definite tone of pride in her voice.

I could hear Cynthia licking her lips while Barbara wiped her hands on the blanket as she covered me with it.

"I think I'm going to be one of those women who really likes cum. He tasted great." Cynthia was gushing. "That was the best thing I've ever done. I can't wait to do it again with my boyfriend. I hope he likes my finger up his ass. That was incredible the way he clamped down on us when he came."

Barbara chuckled softly. She touched me gently on the shoulder as if silently saying thank you, then said to Cynthia, "Let's get washed up." She patted me one more time then walked with her friend into the kitchen.

I lay unmoving, still pretending that I was deaf while the blood pounded in my ears and I recovered from the huge orgasm.

The water splashed in the kitchen sink as the two women washed their hands and chatted. Barbara poured more wine. "So I guess you liked that."

"Oh my god yes!" Cynthia exclaimed. "I loved it. It really was the best thing I've ever done, thank you. And it was so hot, so sexy. I am so turned on. You should feel my panties, their soaked."

I could imagine Barbara's eyes sparkling with mirth at that comment. She knows how much I love it when she gets wet with excitement.

"So now I know that I love half of oral sex," Cynthia said. I heard her take a gulp of her wine. "And I mean really love it. Oh my god, I'm dripping down my leg I'm so turned on."

"What do you mean 'half'?" Barbara asked.

"I like giving it. Don't know about getting it." Cynthia slurped at her wine again.

"Do you mean...?" Barbara began.

"Hey, my jerk ex wouldn't do anything except missionary with the lights off, do you think he ever actually went down on me?" Flush with excitement, and wine, the disgust in Cynthia's voice carried clearly into the living room. 

"Not even with someone else before you were married?" Barbara asked.

"There was no one else. He was my first and only, until your husband that is," Cynthia giggled.

Barbara was never one to let things go. She took umbrage at some of the slightest offenses and often tried to right the smallest wrongs. I knew there was no way she was going to let this go.

"We've gone this far today, how about we go for the other half?" Like before, it was more of a statement than a question.

"You don't mean...?" Cynthia said.

"Yes I do!" Barbara replied with a tone of finality. It was the same tone she'd used with me earlier. Her mind was set, and there was no arguing with her.

"But, but, what about your husband?" Cynthia protested.

"Eating hot, wet pussy is the second best thing he likes, after getting a good blow job. And he just had a great one. So he's really gonna be ready to go down on you. Drop your drawers and get naked from the waist down girl. It's time for you to learn about the other half." 

Cynthia was a smart girl. I was sure that she'd know better than to argue with Barbara when she used that tone of voice.

I heard them walk back into the living room. 

"Do you think he'll actually do it with me?" Cynthia asked.

What Barbara said next was an absolute lie, and I'm sure she didn't mean it. "To most men a pussy is a pussy. He'll probably think it's me."

"Okay if you're sure. What should I do?"

"I'm absolutely sure. And you deserve to experience good oral sex, especially after that blow job you gave him. Besides he's really good at eating pussy," Barbara said complementing me. "Climb up onto the table and put your knees on either side of his head. I'll help keep you steady. When I say so, just lower yourself down onto his face. He'll do the rest. Just make sure not to smother him. I'll help you remember." 

"You're really sure about this?" Cynthia asked again as she started to climb onto the table.

"Never been more sure. Have fun."

I could feel her warm flesh brushing over me as Cynthia clambered up onto the massage table. I didn't worry about its ability to support us. More than once Barbara and I had used the table for wild sex of various kinds and it had held up beautifully. What I wasn't sure about was what my wife had just orchestrated. It was one thing to be used as a sexual teaching aid. It was quite another to give oral sex to a stranger, even if it was being encouraged by my soul mate. A million thoughts raced through my mind; Was this the right thing to do? Was Barbara somehow testing me to see if I'd remain faithful to her no matter the situation? Or was it exactly what it seemed to be; Barbara taking pity on and showering a friend with the love and help that she obviously needed? 




Reel Love's Lesson



My relationship with Barbara is founded on absolute trust. That's how we connected and how we stay so tightly intertwined with each other. No matter what happens, what we say in a fit of depression or frustration, we both know without any doubt that we love each other and that nothing will shake that. That understanding flooded through me as Cynthia straddled my face. If my wife said that she wanted me to show Cynthia how good oral sex can be, then I trusted that's exactly what she meant. I was going to give the best cunnilingus I could. 

I could smell Cynthia's wetness and feel the heat radiating off of her. If I'd been able to see, I'm sure her pussy lips would have been ruby red, swollen, pouting outward and her clit engorged. I felt a small drop of liquid fall onto my face. She lowered herself toward my face. I lifted my head and blindly swiped my tongue upward toward her slit, miraculously hitting it dead center, and running it up the full length.

"Holy shit!" It was Cynthia's turn to use that explicative.

"I've got you," Barbara steadied her as Cynthia rocked backward hard. 

"Oh my god," Cynthia sat up on her knees out of reach of my tongue.

"Oh my god good, or my god bad?" Barbara asked.

"Oh my god that feels so fucking good!" Cynthia exclaimed and dropped herself onto my face. "More!"

She put her full weight onto me and I couldn't move my tongue much less my mouth. And I definitely could breath. 

"More!" Cynthia demanded again and squirmed on me.

"Honey," Barbara said gently, but firmly. There was a tone or urgency in her voice as she knew I was being asphyxiated. "You've got to ease up a bit and let him breath. He won't be able to do anything for you if you suffocate him."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Cynthia said and lifted herself off of me.

I gulped down a few breaths.

Both women giggled.

"Try again?" Barbara asked.

"Hell yes!" Cynthia lowered herself more carefully toward me.

I craned my neck up, found her labia with my lips and began sucking them into my mouth.

A moan escaped her lips. I strained upward some more trying to get myself closer to her so I could service her the way I wanted, and the way I knew that Barbara expected. 

"Just a little lower hon, so he can reach you better," Barbara coached her.

Cynthia relaxed and sank lower. 

She was positioned perfectly, just above my mouth so that I could get to her with my tongue and my lips. Slowly as first, then with increasing speed and pressure I licked and sucked on her. I ran my tongue around and around each labia delving into every fold, making sure to massage every surface. Then I grabbed each lip, one at a time, and sucked them into my mouth while continuing to massage them with my tongue. I was rewarded with her repetitive moans, and the copious flow of her pussy juices. 

"Oh that feels so good," Cynthia said over and over again. She rocked back and forth rubbing her pussy against my mouth from above while I licked and sucked her from below. 

"Here, lean forward and rest your hands against the back of this chair," Barbara said pulling one of our upholstered chairs up close. "That way he can get to your clit too."

Cynthia did what Barbara suggested and leaned forward. Her pelvis tilted and that brought her clit into reach. I didn't lose a second and immediately pressed my tongue against her hard nub.

"Fuck yes!" Cynthia exclaimed.

It was time to show her exactly how good an oral orgasm can be. I couldn't use my fingers like I normally do with Barbara, but I repeatedly licked her swelling clit, focusing all of my attention on bringing her to a shattering climax. I licked up and down, side to side and alternated that with suction. At the same time I rubbed my chin back and forth across her sodden pussy lips as she rocked over me. Juices streamed out of her and puddled in my ears. 

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Cynthia called out.

"Do it!" Barbara ordered. "Cum! Cum all over his face!"

Cynthia's climax was not unlike Barbara's. It hit like a thunderclap and lasted for long minutes as each wave of her orgasm washed over her. Different from Barbara, Cynthia was very vocal and continued to shout out a string of explicatives announcing her pleasure; "Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes", "Oh my fucking god," Shit, shit, shit!" With each pulsation of her climax, more invectives and juices rushed out of her. By the time it finally faded she was hoarse and we were both a wet mess.

Barbara was holding Cynthia up and kept her from falling off the table. "You liked that didn't you?" Barbara's question was obviously rhetorical.

Cynthia didn't answer and climbed weakly off the table with Barbara's help. 

Barbara adjusted the blanket that had slid part way off of me. She tossed away the scented eye towel that had become soaked. Once more she patted my shoulder showing her appreciation for what I'd done and silently reassuring me that she would be back.

"I think we need to get you cleaned up really well. Let's go up to our bathroom. I'll give you a hand." I heard Barbara and Cynthia on the stairs. It sounded as if one of them was being partially carried, and I was sure I knew which one it was.

I laid on the table, still tied down, but snug under the blanket and reflected on what had just happened. Together my wonderful wife and I had opened a whole world of pleasure to a woman who had been very sexually repressed. I knew that Cynthia had discovered her healthy carnal inner self and would have a great sex life with whomever she chose. I would have envied the man she picked, except I already had the best, wide open and healthy sex life that I could possibly imagine with my Barbara. I drifted off into a contented sleep.

I have no idea how long I napped recovering from that intense sexual experience. Barbara gently woke me by rubbing on my shoulder as she gently lifted the blindfold off.

"You okay?" she said.

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes. "Yes," I answered. 

"Thank you so much for everything," Barbara said. "We, you, opened up a new life for her. She's going to be a more whole woman because of today."

"Is she gone? Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes to both," Barbara said.

I noticed that she wasn't trying to shout over the music that was supposedly playing in my ears drowning out sounds from the room. She was talking in a completely normal tone of voice. 

"I have a confession to make, " I began.

"I know," Barbara interrupted me. "The battery in the iPod is dead and you could hear everything."

I wondered how she knew that.

"You have no idea how long it took for me to run that down. The battery in that freaking thing lasts forever." Barbara smiled. "I thought that you'd enjoy being able to hear everything. Did you?"

My wife is incredible. She knows me so well. I did like being able to listen in on their conversation. It was made the experience for me and was a gift from my wonderful mate.

"Thank you," I croaked out.

"You're welcome," she said. "If you're up for it, I'd like a little more from you than your thanks though." Barbara slid her hand under the blanket and began stroking my cock. 

My dick, aided by the Viagra, responded immediately and began to harden.

"Absolutely anything for you," I said.

"Good," Barbara exclaimed. "That's exactly what I was hoping for. She reached around and undid the velcro straps from my wrists. "I want some of what you gave to Cynthia and like it better when you go down on me from above. Move over and let me lay down." Barbara scooted me off the table and took over my spot. I noticed that she had no clothes on.

Barbara laid on her back and spread her legs wide. "Do me baby. Do me good. Make me cum all over your face like Cynthia did."

I didn't need any more encouragement, and Barbara clearly wasn't interested in any foreplay. So I immediately put my lips onto her pussy. She was swollen, hot and wet, clearly excited and ready for me to bring her to a big climax.

Just as I'd done many times before, and in all the ways I know my wife likes, I licked and sucked her pussy until she writhed in pleasure beneath me.

"Fuck yes!" Barbara called out, imitating Cynthia. "That feels so fucking good!" She thrust her hips up into my mouth, seeking more contact with my lips and tongue. "Give me your fingers. I want your fingers!" 

I knew what she was asking for. While I kept my lips and tongue in constant motion over her pussy, I toyed with her opening, sliding my finger just barely inside. I teased her over and over, threatening to penetrate her the way I knew she wanted. When I thought that she couldn't stand it anymore, I thrust my finger deep inside taking care to run it over her rough g-spot as I did.

Barbara arched her back up off the table and gasped. "Shit! Yes! Fucking yes!"

I'd never heard her so verbal before. I wondered if Cynthia's performance had somehow encouraged Barbara to let loose and express herself more. I probed my tongue against her clit and stroked my finger deeply in and out of her. Thinking back to how it felt to have two fingers probing my butt, I slid a second one into her dripping pussy, filling and stretching her more.

"Unnh!!" Barbara hissed and pushed against me harder. "More!"

I curled my index finger, making sure that I kept contact with her g-spot and continued to thrust into her. The way she was positioned on the table, with me standing beside her, made it possible for me to do that in a way that I hadn't been able to when we made love on our bed. I danced my tongue over her clit, then sucked hard drawing it part way into my mouth.

Barbara arched up against me again. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" she announced.

If I'd been able to, I would have said. "Cum for me! Cum for me!" But my mouth and tongue were occupied licking and sucking on my amazing wife. I could only hope that she somehow heard me thinking those words of encouragement.

Barbara exploded and came hard, harder than she had in a long while. Pent up lust, and erotic tension burst from her as if from an exploding dam, and her orgasm flooded out of her in waves along with a torrent of luscious juice. I sucked and lapped, and stroked and probed furiously trying to capture as much of her essence as I could and to prolong her climax as long as possible. 

At last she put her foot on my shoulder and pushed me away, on the brink of over stimulation. I rested my cheek against her thigh and watched the last trickles of her cum seep from within her. It was an amazingly erotic sight. I gently stroked and soothed her vulva, occasionally lapping up a few drops of her vaginal juices until she couldn't stand it and pulled me up to lay beside her.

I rested my head on her shoulder. She grasped my face with her hands and pulled me to her, kissing me deeply.

"Mmmm. You taste like pussy, mine and Cynthia's. I think that's hot." Barbara said and kissed me again. "And I can feel your sticky cum on your chest. You really shot your load."

I was speechless. Barbara had never said anything like that to me before. It was so sexy, so erotic. Then again, I realized, we'd never done anything like we had that afternoon. 

"You got any more left for me? I really want to feel your hard dick explode inside me." Barbara's words dripped with lust. Between the whole unbelievable experience we'd shared and the effects of the Viagra, my cock was rock hard once again.

"Do me!" Barbara said. "Do me with you beautiful cock!"

I shifted positions slightly, and my cock slid easily, and smoothly into her hot wetness. 

She gasped at my penetration and rocked her hips forcefully up against me.

The beauty of the Viagra and my recent sexual release, was that I was not over stimulated. Everything felt incredibly good, but I was not instantly transported to the brink of orgasm like I usually am. I knew that I'd be able to last a long time while I fucked my wife the way she wanted.

We spent the next twenty minutes or so screwing in every position that we both could think of. Her climax peaked in sync with mine, at last, doggie style, with her bent over the side of the table while I pounded her from behind as hard and fast as I could, the way she loves. We both came a second time, together, in unison. It was incredible. We ended our amazing afternoon sweaty, exhausted, spent, and totally satisfied. 

The rest of the evening was a blur as we showered together and collapsed into bed, not bothering to clean up or reset our living room. Those were chores that could wait for another day. We ended our evening wrapped in each others' arms expressing our everlasting and undying love for each other. It was an amazing and unforgettable day.

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It was about three or four weeks later that I got the email. The sender's names was simply "NN". Even though I was worried that it might be spam or a virus, I opened it. A small voice inside my head said that I should.

The message read - 

Thank you so much for opening a wonderful world to me. There are no words that can express how grateful I am. You will forever hold a very special place in my heart.

I have so much more to learn. I hope that you and RL will guide me again on my journey of discovery. I can't wait.

My love always,

Cyn (aka N.N.)

Below the email was a hyperlink in blue.

Some deep part of me knew where that hyperlink would take me. I clicked on it.

A familiar black and white screen with the image of a couple embraced in a passionate kiss appeared, and a bright red warning that the website contained adult material splashed across the screen. In the upper right corner was the members only log in that I knew well. I typed in Barbara's screen name, ReelLove, and the password that she had shared with me. Courtesy of the hyperlink, I was immediately redirected to a forum message that read:

My absolute favorite video, from my favorite movie maker of all time. The one who changed my life forever.

It was signed with the screen name "Newbie Nympho". At the bottom of the message was another hyperlink, which included the words, "Winner's Circle/ReelLove" in the address. I clicked on it.

The screen transitioned to all black. Prominently displayed across the top was the title "Cyn's Lesson" and the name of the director, ReelLove. My stomach churned. A familiar voice punctuated the darkness: "Oh my god, thank you so much for doing this. You have no idea how big a deal this is for me. And how nervous I am."

Two glasses clinked together.

"Let's go meet your meat."